But lying in bed afterward, thinking about how she looked right on the edge, how her body responded even though her mind tried to fight it—I know I made the right call.
She needs to learn to trust this. To trust her own body. To trust me.
And I’m going to teach her how.
Three more days on this road trip. Three more days of lessons.
By the time we get back to Seattle, she’s going to be desperate.
And I’m going to make her come so hard she forgets every guy who came before me.
My phone buzzes.
Marnie
I hate you.
No you don’t.
Marnie
You’re evil.
You like it.
Marnie
...Maybe.
I’m grinning as I set my phone down.
Three more days.
I can do this.
Maybe.
19
MARNIE
I don’t sleep.
How could I? My entire body is still humming from what Roman did—or didn’t do—in this hotel room three hours ago.
I can still feel his hands on me, his mouth, his fingers exactly where I wanted them. Right until he stopped.
I grab my phone off the nightstand. 3:15 AM.
I hate you
Roman
Still awake?
You know I am.
Roman
